Author: John Berryman

The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who’s there? €”Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on […]

God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, With a thatch of hair on his head In the beginning. Henry […]

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink And cannot be arrested and pay no tax And, in general, […]

His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung’s too came, came and crampt & then That dragoner’s mother […]

Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda In a land no crueller, and over the walls To domes & […]

I miss him. When I get back to camp I’ll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, Can’t […]

Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 Was Henry’s gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They […]

‘NO VISITORS’ I thumb the roller to And leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the […]

Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: A stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed Inside […]

All we were going strong last night this time, The mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris Were downing, supine […]

He loom’ so cagey he say ‘Leema beans’ And measured his intake to the atmosphere Of that fairly stable country. […]

Henry sats in de bar & was odd, Off in the glass from the glass, At odds wif de world […]

This is the lay of Ike. Here’s to the glory of the Grewt WhiteГўв‚”awkГўв‚” Who has been runningГўв‚”erГўв‚”erГўв‚”things in recentГўв‚”echГўв‚” […]

The weather was fine. They took away his teeth, White & helpful; bothered his backhand; Halved his green hair. They […]

Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of […]